Mediocre Soul...

I am a mediocre soul
that wants to be bigger than it is,
dreams more than it is capable of.

I am a mediocre soul-
A worm, not a caterpillar,
with dreams of turning into a butterfly.

I cry silently
for God to magically make me...
a butterfly.

I can't be contained in here
in this constrained body, mind and intellect.
Why can't I break into a burst of color?

Why is it so hard
to rise above
and be something greater?

I wonder-
What does splendor feel like?
What does it taste, smell and sound like?

I want it.
At least once, let me have it...
My body is wet from blood, sweat, and tears.